The Night That The Angel Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the morning sun raise thus a rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect thus who one wish for the touch of respect for one see a angel for who's eyes twinkle in the night just to see the star the more one wish for the touch of respect and yet when the night that the angel touch with respect.


For one who feel the sun light for it's like feeling the touch of respect but when one look to the sky for one see the eyes of a angel for who's heart is fill with the touch of respect the more the breeze whisper the more one feel the touch of the angel and yet where there happiness thus there a warm smile but yet the night that the angel touch with respect.


The night that one wish for respect for there a open door to respect just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of a rose but for every rose is the angel of respect but to the family that have a lot of respect thus it's the angel for who's heart is fill with respect but yet the night that the angel touch with respect.



Every min that wish for the touch of respect thus every eyes will twinkle in the night for one who feel the sun thus one feel the touch of respect for where there respect there a angel with eyes that sparkle like the diamond in the night and yet the night that the angel touch with respect.